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Violet's POV.
It was starting to get cold again. I wore a tank top and shorts because it was supposed to be just dinner and I was feeling hot not too long ago. The extreme change in temperatures bothered me. It was weird because I had makeup on and I could feel the stares of everyone on me. Especially Nathan's.
Usually I would be angry because he had refused to talk to me, for reasons known to him. Our fight wasn't even worth anything, I only asked a question. A necessary question. I mean why wasn't he bothered? Why wasn't everyone?
I gave my mother a side glance and I noticed she was staring at me intensely. Was the makeup too much?
"Violet.." she called out and I shifted in my seat. I expected it. I just hoped she didn't bring up the fever again. I gave her a sign with my look
